Chapter 10 #2
“Fucking me one time doesn’t mean we’re together, Jake. Not even close.”
“What about the picture you sent me?”
“That was a freebie from my upcoming paid subscriber account,” I say, pushing my tits together with my biceps. “You’re welcome.”
His gaze flicks from my breasts to my mouth, then back down. He’s fighting to look angry instead of hungry, but he’s already lost that battle.
I pout at him like a good little fuckdoll. “What’s wrong, Jakey? You don’t like my videos?”
“Didn’t say that,” he mutters.
“Nawww. Have you been stroking it to my pics? Tugging your dick while you scroll the Afterglow account?”
“Why do you care?”
“That’s a yes.” I give him my syrupiest smile. “If I go home with you, are you gonna blow the second I get on top again?”
His expression goes downright dangerous. “I’m gonna keep one hand on your throat while I use your pussy to jerk off.”
I clench my thighs under the table and fight to keep my face neutral. “Sorry, mate, no second chances tonight. I have a prior appointment with Thrasher, remember?”
Jake tips his head back, tension rolling from his powerful body like heat off scalding asphalt. “It’s gonna be like that, is it?” he asks the ceiling.
“Probably.”
“Fine.” His gaze returns to mine with a vengeance. “You’ll fuck Thrasher Thompson over my dead body. Anyone from school comes near you, I’ll tear them apart.”
My heart stutters, and I clasp my hands over my chest to mask it. “Oh, Jakey, you’re so possessive.”
“Over you? Yes.”
Unwelcome feelings swarm for my attention. I push them back. “Do you love being such a big man, Jake? Does it turn you on? Oh, wait, I already know.” I close my eyes and make an O-face. “Uhh, Jake, you’re so huge, you’re so big. Ooh, I think I’m gonna come on your big, huge cock—”
“You had someone bigger than me?”
“Huh?”
Jake just watches me, eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer.
I could lie, say I’ve had twice as big. But he always catches my lies. I decide to flip his non-response back to him. “Why do you care?”
Jake looks around, then leans across the table. He’s so tall that he can lower his mouth beside my ear.
“Because,” he says, in a voice like woodsmoke. “If I’m the biggest dick you ever had, you’ve never been fucked before. Not the way I fucked you.”
Goosebumps burst across my chest. I try to swallow and find I can’t. “Is that something that matters to you?”
“Not usually, but I wanted to be your first, Ada.”
I blink. “What?”
“Back at school. I wanted your virginity.”
The idea is so ludicrous it burns. “Bullshit.”
He laughs softly. “I saw you the day you transferred in. You were so cute and shy, I knew you hadn’t fucked anyone yet. Probably hadn’t even kissed anyone. I wanted it to be me so bad it kept me up nights.”
“You’re such a liar,” I whisper, but he’s right about the kissing. My first kiss wasn’t until at Juilliard, and it was nothing. This feels like… something else.
“Sexy little virgin with her angel face and her perfect fucking body.” Jake’s voice takes on a mid-sex rasp. “Yeah, I’ve been pulling off to your videos, Ada. But back then? It was three times a day over you. Easy.”
The idea of a young Jake Graves-Holland working himself furiously to thoughts of me short-circuits my brain. That was always Cece’s fantasy, the hottest boy in school, secretly obsessed. I think anyone could want me back then, let alone someone like Jake.
His hand cups my jaw, and that thought, all my thoughts, disintegrate.
“Wanna know what I wanted the most?” he rasps.
I nod as everything in my lower body vibrates.
“I wanted to eat you out on the rugby field after a win. Lick you ’til you came on my face with the whole team watching. Give the boys a show, then fuck you right there. Me, all covered in sweat and mud, and you all pretty and clean. I wanted to make you dirty, Ada. Rail you so hard you soaked me.”
I can hear myself breathing. Feel myself drenching my underwear. I’m not pretending to want Jake. It’s easy. No, it’s effortless. I’m not masking. I’m struggling to mask how turned on I am. I haven’t felt this way about a man…
“Ever,” I whisper.
His lips graze my hairline. “What was that?”
I shut my eyes. I can see the two of us on that field, but I can also see the dorm room where I actually lost my virginity to a guy who sucked.
Where I first learned how sleeping with someone just to feel pretty only makes things uglier.
It’s a lesson I had to re-learn so many times, and the memories of those experiences sear through the veil of my lust.
What does it matter if Jake wanted me when we were kids? If he had this secret fantasy of being my first? That’s not what happened, and what happened was fucking awful. No thanks to Jake Graves-Holland staying so far away from me at school, I didn’t even recognise him.
I fumble for my vape, sucking in minty smoke like it’s oxygen. “Are you working your way towards a point here, champ?”
Jake’s mouth becomes a hard line. He sits back in the booth with a thump, folding his tattooed arms across his chest. “Yeah. You need a dick between your legs, and it’s gonna be mine. You can get it upstairs, or you can get it back at my place. Those are your choices. I’m sick of this shit, Ada.”
His words hit like a velvet whip, a perfect balance of mean and delicious. “I… why would we go upstairs?”
“Because your bed’s there.”
Fucking Cece.
“It’s not my b—”
“Don’t bother lying. I know you live here. I know you sleep upstairs. Take me to your room, or I’ll carry you.”
My pulse stutters. “No.”
“Then I’ll say it another way: get the fuck upstairs. Now.”
I’m going to go with him. I know it. But I’m not done playing, and as mean as he is, I know Jake’s more than willing to play along.
I’m wet between my legs and not the least bit frightened.
It’s a difference you could never explain to someone like Thrasher.
How the line between danger and desire is drawn with trust. How a decent man can pretend to be a monster, but a monster only pretends to be decent.
“What happens if I go upstairs with you?”
Jake’s pupils expand until his irises seem entirely black.
“I’m gonna lick your pussy, eat your asshole, choke you while you take my dick and then…
” He leans forward, eating up the space between us and hooks a finger into the front of my bodice.
He pulls it away slowly, staring down at my exposed nipples, “... I think I’ll finish on these. Got that?”
My breath catches. I get that I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I nod again, my whole body tingling, and Jake tugs on my bodice like it’s a leash. “I need to hear the words, Renaldo.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’ve got it. I want that.”
“Good girl.” He lets go of my bodice. “Upstairs.”
I’m about to stand when my skin prickles. I glance up and, sure enough, Thrasher Thompson is closing in on my playpen, holding a tub of gourmet ice cream.
Ancient fear grips my throat. What if Thrasher’s finally mad enough to hit me? What if he does what he said in one of his demented emails and—
A warm hand covers mine.
“Don’t worry,” Jake says quietly. “He’s not gonna think this is your fault. I’m the one fucking this up for him.”
He squeezes my fingers and stands, squaring his shoulders as he turns to face Thrasher. “The hell d’you think you’re doing here, Thompson?”
Thrasher’s idiotic enough to give Jake a big shit-eating grin. “Oh, you know—”
Jake snatches the ice cream from his hands. “I don’t know, because I’m pretty sure I made it clear to all you boys to stay away from Ada.”
He doesn’t bother keeping his voice down, and all across the bar, heads turn in their direction.
“Sorry, man,” Thrasher whines. “I thought—”
“Yeah and that’s never been your wheelhouse, has it, Dan? Thinking?”
Thrasher cowers. I’m struck by how small he seems compared to Jake. How insignificant. It’s hard to believe he’s the same guy who’s terrorised me since I was fifteen.
“Sorry,” Thrasher repeats. “Seriously.”
“Fuck ‘sorry.’ Ada’s mine. You knew that.”
Thrasher looks to me, and Jake drives two fingers into his cheek. “Oh no, you’ll keep your eyes on me, Thompson. You hearing what I’m saying? Talk to Ada again, and you’re done.”
Thrasher holds Jake’s gaze for a second, then drops it to his shoes. “Alright.”
“Good.” Jake gives his cheek a tap and turns. The next second, I’m in the air, slung over one massive shoulder. “Bed. Now.”
“Jake!”
“Now.”
The whole bar watches him carry me to the staircase. Krissy has her mouth open like she’s about to scream. Davis looks bemused. Cece, delighted. But Thrasher’s practically spitting with rage as Jake carries away his nostalgia pussy and his fairy bread ice cream.
And his cocaine, I realise. Thrasher’s baggie is still glued to my left underboob, and I highly doubt he wants to take that with Jake. I start laughing and find I can’t stop. Maybe it’s not the revenge I planned, but it’s still been a bad night for Daniel ‘Thrasher’ Thompson.
When we reach the hallway, Jake slaps my ass hard enough to sting. “I hope you do fuckin’ love ice cream, Ada, because the second we get upstairs, you’re sucking it off my cock.”
I have about a hundred new things to consider, most of them bad, but right now I’m just happy I’m wearing thigh-high stockings.